flora
Flora exhales a long, dreamy sigh, nodding eagerly as if her whole body has agreed before her mouth ever could, hands clasped beneath her chin in a way that is absolutely theatrical and completely sincere. "So perfect," she a agrees, the words tumbling out in delighted affirmation rather, because of course this is how one is meant to respond to an engagement; full heart, no restraint, joy worn openly like jewellery.
A laugh slips out of her as Asta mentions the enforced wardrobe change, and she cuts a glance toward the Maverick, rolling her eyes with affectionate exaggeration. "Honestly," Flora says, voice pitched fond and teasing, "the suffering you endured. Real clothes. On vacation. Boohoo." Her smile curves sideways, before the mention of the Sparkbird’s Nest, has her brows lifting, curiosity sparking bright and unguarded before she turns her attention back to Danta as he fills in the missing pieces. "Ahhhh," Flora murmurs once it clicks, the sound long and pleased, followed swiftly by a laugh as she swings her gaze back to Asta, shaking her head. "Well," she adds lightly, eyes dancing, "Glad to see you two have finally worked out how to communicate your feelings to one another." There is nothing sharp in it, only fond ribbing, the kind reserved for people you trust not to bruise.
Flora visibly fights the urge to squeal again, pressing her lips together as if sheer willpower might hold it back, only for a delighted huff to escape her anyway as Danta explains being befuddled by Asta being down on one knee. "That," she declares, hand lifting to her chest as though she has been personally undone by the image, "is the most romantic thing I have ever heard." She sighs, openly, luxuriating in it, eyes soft and shining.
She straightens just slightly then, still glowing, still basking in their happiness, her voice tipping into something gentler and curious as she looks between them. "Soooooo, have you started thinking about wedding plans at all? Or are you still just..soaking in being freshly engaged?" Gods knew she and Kai were.
A laugh slips out of her as Asta mentions the enforced wardrobe change, and she cuts a glance toward the Maverick, rolling her eyes with affectionate exaggeration. "Honestly," Flora says, voice pitched fond and teasing, "the suffering you endured. Real clothes. On vacation. Boohoo." Her smile curves sideways, before the mention of the Sparkbird’s Nest, has her brows lifting, curiosity sparking bright and unguarded before she turns her attention back to Danta as he fills in the missing pieces. "Ahhhh," Flora murmurs once it clicks, the sound long and pleased, followed swiftly by a laugh as she swings her gaze back to Asta, shaking her head. "Well," she adds lightly, eyes dancing, "Glad to see you two have finally worked out how to communicate your feelings to one another." There is nothing sharp in it, only fond ribbing, the kind reserved for people you trust not to bruise.
Flora visibly fights the urge to squeal again, pressing her lips together as if sheer willpower might hold it back, only for a delighted huff to escape her anyway as Danta explains being befuddled by Asta being down on one knee. "That," she declares, hand lifting to her chest as though she has been personally undone by the image, "is the most romantic thing I have ever heard." She sighs, openly, luxuriating in it, eyes soft and shining.
She straightens just slightly then, still glowing, still basking in their happiness, her voice tipping into something gentler and curious as she looks between them. "Soooooo, have you started thinking about wedding plans at all? Or are you still just..soaking in being freshly engaged?" Gods knew she and Kai were.
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
